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The Trophy Wife
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2026-02-15 16:16:51
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Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son The Tunnel Test
POV: NikolaiI stared at the black plastic casing of the satellite phone like it was some kind of holy relic. My hands were shaking, a mix of adrenaline and the cold sweat that comes when you realize you are probably about ten minutes away from being a headline. The emergency kit was a mess on the floor, medical supplies and flares scattered everywhere, but this was the only thing that mattered.The signal bars flickered on the small, outdated screen. One bar. Two. Come on, you piece of junk, I whispered. I stepped closer to the narrow window of the attic, feeling the draft. Outside, the world was dark, but I knew the shadows were moving.Finally, the call connected. The ringing tone sounded like a siren in the quiet room.Henry? I said the second the line opened.Nikolai, thank God, Henry’s voice crackled, sounding thin and distorted. Where the hell are you?Still in the main house. We are tucked away in the north attic, but we aren't going to be here much longer. What is the situati
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Almost Out
POV: NikolaiThe hum of the basement was the only thing I could hear, a low, buzzing sound that felt like it was drilling into my brain. Victor was still leaning against that pillar, bleeding out from his knee but looking like he’d just won the lottery because he’d successfully pushed Clara over the edge. I could feel her shaking against me, her heart racing like a trapped bird. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to finish what she’d tried to do with that empty gun, but I was frozen, waiting for the world to make sense again.Then, the world went black.It wasn't a flicker or a fade. It was an instant, total erasure of light. The overhead fluorescents died with a sharp pop, and the emergency lights didn't even bother to kick in. I knew that signature. That was Henry. He’d finally managed to override the mansion’s main grid again, probably by frying the circuit breakers from the outside. "Clara, stay down!" I hissed, shoving her toward the floor.In the pitch black, my senses went into
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Guilt
POV: ClaraThe silence in the basement was heavy, thick with the smell of spilled wine and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Victor was still on the floor, clutching his ruined knee, but even in pain, he looked like he was the one holding all the cards. He leaned his back against a stone pillar, his face pale but his eyes burning with a twisted kind of excitement. He wasn't done with us. Not even close."You think you’ve won because you broke my leg?" Victor rasped, a wet cough rattling in his chest. "You’re so small, Nikolai. Both of you. You think life is about who hits the hardest. It’s not. It’s about who is willing to do what the other won't."I stood there, my hand still locked in Nikolai’s, watching the man I had once been forced to call my husband. He looked like a fallen king, but the malice radiating off him was stronger than ever. The door at the top of the stairs was still being hammered, the vibrations traveling through the floor, but Victor didn't even glance toward
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Freedom At Last?
POV: NikolaiThe ringing in my ears from the shotgun blast was like a physical wall between me and the rest of the world. Everything felt slow and heavy, the way it does right before a car crash. The smoke from the barrel was curling into the air, smelling like sulfur and burnt plastic. Victor stood there, looking completely unbothered, as if he hadn't just tried to turn his own son into a memory. "You missed, Victor," I said. My voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from the bottom of a well."I didn't miss, Nikolai," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cold, clinical smile. "I warned you. There’s a difference. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You’d be part of the basement floor."Clara was huddled a few feet away, her eyes wide and her hand shaking as she gripped that silver letter opener. I needed him to look at me. I needed his focus entirely on his 'legacy' so she could breathe. I shifted my weight, feeling the cold concrete throu
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Taking Back Control
POV: ClaraThe sound of that heavy steel door slamming shut was like the lid of a coffin closing over us. It echoed through the basement, a deep, metallic boom that seemed to vibrate in my very teeth. For a second, everything went completely still. Even Victor looked surprised, his eyes darting toward the staircase behind him, but the shock didn't last long. A slow, twisted grin spread across his face, and he turned the shotgun back toward Nikolai and me."Well now," Victor said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "It seems we have all the time in the world. No interruptions. No distractions. Just a family meeting in the dark.""Who locked that door, Victor?" Nikolai asked. He was still standing in front of me, his body tense, ready to spring, but I could see the sweat beads on the back of his neck."Does it matter?" Victor asked. He gestured with the barrel of the gun, a casual wave that made my stomach flip. "Sit down. Both of you. On the floor. Now.""Victor, she’s sick," Nik
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Caught In His Own Trap
POV: VictorThe air in the basement was cool and tasted of expensive dust and old secrets, just the way I liked it. I looked at the two of them standing there, huddled together like a pair of stray dogs in the rain, and I couldn't help it. I laughed. It wasn't even a forced laugh. It was a genuine, deep sound that echoed off the stone walls and the glass bottles of my collection. They looked so small. So utterly convinced that they had actually done something significant."Look at you two," I said, my voice steady and light. "The hero and the damsel. It’s almost poetic. If I weren't so bored by the cliché, I might actually be moved."Nikolai didn't move. He stood there with that stubborn set to his jaw, the one he inherited from me, holding that bag of papers like it was the Holy Grail. He thought he had the world in his hands. He thought those ink stains on paper were going to be my undoing. It was adorable, really."You’re finished, Victor," Nikolai said. His voice was trying to
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son The Honeymoon Lie
POV: CLARAVictor stood in the driveway, his hands moving over every inch of the new vintage car he had bought that morning. “This thing is perfect,” he said. “Nikolai, you and Clara take it for a full test drive to the valley and back. I have a conference call starting in five minutes and I need t
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Bruises Beneath The Surface
POV: NikolaiI stared at the muddy footprint on the white marble of the hallway and felt like a total idiot. It was a clear, brown smudge right outside the library door. I must have been more out of it than I thought when I got back from the Quinn shed yesterday. If I was getting this sloppy, Victo
Last Updated : 2026-03-23Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Burning The Ghost Ships
POV: ClaraThe greenhouse smelled of damp earth and rot, a heavy scent that stuck to the back of my throat. It was supposed to be a sanctuary, a glass-walled escape from the marble and steel of the mansion, but even here the air felt thin.I found my mother sitting on a stone bench, her hands folde
Last Updated : 2026-03-19Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Hostage
Clara's POVThe black SUV pulled up the circular driveway, and my stomach performed a slow, agonizing flip. My parents stepped out, looking so small against the backdrop of the Draven estate.My mother looked even more slender than the last time I had seen her, her kind face was etched with that pe
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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